Yours(feat. O.C.) - Big L/O.C.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Big L
Yeah big L Corleone aka Tommy Gibbs
Flamboyent Entertainment DITC forever
Word up it's time to let these punk n***as know
We gonna hit 'em like this check it out
Yo while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high
I'm out buying the finest things money can buy
Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke
Chipping in for 10 dollar bags of smoke
All on my back because of the fame and the wealth
You male groupie you ought to be ashamed of yourself
Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat
I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet
And I'm not just a rapper I got *** on the street
I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet
If you think I'm not as nice as whoever
Then put your money up
Put your jewels up whatever put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up punk or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead make a lot of blood shed
Turn your trunks red far from broke got enough bread
Mad hoes ask Beavis I get nothing Butt-head
OCTo the tic tic and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
Being broke is a b***h y'all
There's no such thing as quit y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
To the tic tic and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
Being broke is a b***h y'all
There's no such thing as quit y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
True indeed L I hear these n***as
Talking out their mouth slick
Mad 'cause they b***hes is all on our dick
Peeping us out at the bar checking out
What kind of champagne
We sip jealous of the ice on my wrist
We pop Don and crys no less
Hard pressed motherf**kers chipping
In for White Star Moet
Chickenheads flock around us
Thug n***as protect us
At the end of the night all
The hoes want to sex us
While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls
You face the song you'll never find Lou Rawls s**t
I don't f**k a n***a with two good hands and feet
Be bumming and not surviving the streets
Get your weight up right now we ain't promised later
Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers
Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper
Instead of going out like pushead black straight up
To the tic tic and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
Being broke is a b***h y'all
There's no such thing as quit y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
To the tic tic and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
Being broke is a b***h y'all
There's no such thing as quit y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
Big L
Check it my s**t is so hot
I give the mic a heat rash
I keep cash you couldn't pay me
To rhyme if the beat's trash
I stay bulletproofed up Benz couped up
When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff
No doubt we're souped up African as f**k
N***as can't touch what we're holding
When it comes to the buck
I push the double R ride through the city like a star
Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard
I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up
But first I'm a smack this
B***h up 'cause she's flash my six up
I ain't the one to tax or stick up
Cats get hit up
Fronting on me y'all n***as got nothing on me
Yo let's double the cream and stay pop
And hold it for ransom
Keep the bricks sell 'em all triple the pie handsome
Kill two birds with one stone get full blown
Tango and Cash live n***as Mush and Corleone
To the tic tic and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you
And your dough and s**t
Being broke is a b***h y'all
There's no such thing as quit y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
To the tic tic and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
Being broke is a b***h y'all
There's no such thing as quit y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
I be up in the cut up in some guts
While you home busy stuck in a rut
And wonder why you keep f**king it up
I got your whole crew sucking it up
And p***y cats ain't nothing but butt
Better go back to cutting it up putting it up
Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt
Measuring off brown n***as while I'm trucking it up
And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck
I'm the beat digger hip-hop complete n***a
You never fall off 'cause I move sweet n***a
Street n***a but I can talk to the whitey
Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty
Sons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mine
Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes
Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind
Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge uh
